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women in seventeenth-century England.’ And I buzzed in immediately and said, ‘What’s a hoe?’ Everyone started laughing at me. The answer was, ‘What is a rake?’ At that point, I was already down considerably, like by nine, ten thousand dollars, and then Trebek went, ‘Well, we’ve obviously figured out where Mr. Morgan’s head has been all afternoon.’ So I was like, ‘What’s that supposed to mean, man?’ And Trebek said, ‘Itwas only a joke. I was just making a reference to the fact that you’re lagging so far behind.’ And I said, ‘But that ain’t your job, man. Your job is to ask questions. That’s it.’ And he said, ‘You shouldn’t be angry at me because you’re so far down.’ And that’s when I threw my buzzer to the side and went, ‘What’s up, Trebek? You want a piece of me? Is that it?’ Then I started walking at him, and all these security guards rushed the stage and escorted me off and threw me out of the studio, and when the show came back on air, Trebek claimed that I had gotten ill and could not continue on, which was bullshit. I was in handcuffs in the back of a security car, trying to explain to some officer named Hank why Tom Petty is better than Bob Dylan.”
    â€œThat is fucking awesome,” Marco says.
    And Kat’s like, “I love you. See. This is why I love you.”
    â€œSo anyway,” I say with a grin. “Besides what happened this morning during checkout, LA was, ya know, fabulous.”
    Even that Joshua guy is laughing now.
    Marco hands Daniel two grams for eighty dollars, and Daniel surveys the room before stuffing the coke into his pockets.
    And that Becky girl goes, “Hey, Daniel, do you have any bumps?”
    Daniel looks at Becky really hard for a few seconds and says, “Marco has half grams for twenty-five dollars and full ones for fifty.”
    Becky blushes and rolls her eyes and says, “Forget it.” Then she walks out of the room.
    â€œDude,” Jimmy bitches. “Don’t be mean to her. She might actually help the band at some point.”
    â€œWhatever,” says Daniel, pulling his coke back out. “Until she does something for us, I’m kinda through with her, unless one of you two wanna fuck her. I’m sure that would be much more effective than giving her free cocaine.”
    â€œWe were actually talking about that earlier,” Sebastian says. “How one of us might have to take one for the team to get her price down. And we thought it should be you, Daniel.”
    â€œFuck that.”
    And I say, “I’m sure she’d buy you a leather jacket for your birthday or something.”
    â€œFuck you, man,” Daniel says again, laughing, while Kat squeezes my thigh and winks at me.
    Then this Asian girl with fake tits and braces hands Daniel a mirror, and Daniel dumps an entire gram onto it, so I take a full g out myself and go, “Let me contribute to the fun,” and dump it all out as well.
    â€œYou hit up Ryan, didn’t you?” Marco says.
    â€œYep.”
    And Daniel snaps, “Dude, fuck him. That guy is such a fucking party killer. He’s a fucking loser. I won’t even talk to him anymore. I mean, the bullshit that spews out of that guy’s mouth—like him and his band are actually gonna do something because they brought some heads to 12 Galaxies on a Tuesday night. Yippety-yeah! We sold that shit out a week in advance the last time we played there. None of the shit him and his band claim is gonna happen ever actually does happen. None of it. Not the contact with the A and R people from Sub Pop. And definitely not the big radio interview on Live 105. But yet they claim they’re somehow, after like six live shows in one year, the best band in the city, and they talk shit on my band, but the funny thing is that every time I run into that asshole at a show